language
birdmad spoken but not understood 020108
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z is all that is left after words replace ideas. i must trust language to work as promiced. as a conveyance of delicate cargo, it fails; it needs to be shaken. that is poetry. 040624
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pilgrim It is so hard to agree on the Semantics,
On the subtle meanings of Metaphore.
Each of us views the World from Their own Unique Perspective.
Give me a Direct Neural Connection,
Give Me the Vulcan Mind Meld.
Then Maybe We'll actually Understand Each Other Completley
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silentbob language just happened it was never planned 050321
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Alvarny It hides more than it says. 050510
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foreverfree . . .is to a poet as a crude piece of metal is to a master blacksmith. 050510
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z is poetry, then, a craft? i think of it as more similar to a wound. 050510
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lotuseater as presented to me upon trays of sound.

tiny robots made of colors and light
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tessa holds everything
holds me
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z wastes the sacrifice of joy on the surrounded rescue of meaning and deposes the scarcity of the real leaving behind the lost and wailing embers of memory and stops 050515
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